I composed this a few years back to the "Dwelling in Beulah Land" tune. We performed it as Hen's Teeth a few times

MARINA LAND.
(Robin Madge) © 2001

Sunlight sparkles on the water, waves are gently lapping,
Peace and calm surround me in the early morning sun.
Gentle movements down below, above the halyards tapping,
Life upon the water can be such fun

CHORUS
I am sitting on the water on a thirty-two foot yacht,
I go lying on the sundeck whenever it is hot.
I'm reflecting on the glory of everything I've got
As I live in Marina Land.

Here we are upon the Itchen, or perhaps the Hamble,
I navigate by GPS to get from place to place.
I like to moor beside a pub where I can take a ramble,
Sink a pint or three and then it's back to base.

All around is chrome and plastic finished brightly shining,
Coloured ropes and pennants abound on every side.
Hulls of white with woodwork details, neatly painted lining,
A glittering assembly upon the tide.

Here was once a working port with industry and labour,
Here was a community but everything must pass.
Corporate identity divided friend from neighbour,
Today another kind of muck goes with the brass.

On and ever onward, development is spreading,
Basins, docks, marinas extending more and more.
An aluminium forest, onward it is treading,
Marching to engulf the coast of every shore.


I'm told that the tune is also used for a national anthem from some part of Africa, don't know which country.